Scamp Poem by Phil Soar

Mice are trapped,
Rabbits snared,
My doggie died and no-one cared,
Except of course for little me,
Michael Robert Heath (aged three) .

My daddy said,
That it was quick;
My doggie had been poorly sick,
And after all
My Scamp was old,
And always caught the slightest cold.

He's not alone,
He's got my love,
I hope he sees me from above,
And wags his tail
That funny way,
It used to waggle, when we'd play.

I think of him,
when I'm asleep,
My thoughts of him are ever deep;
And always present,
In my mind,
Is Scamp; My friend, so warm and kind.

Scamp: I miss you
And I love you,
And I'll always care and need you;
One day, I'll join you
And then we'll be;
Scamp and Michael Heath (aged three)